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It feels like daylight is running in front of me with a radiant light brighter than the sea and a truck full of almond piled up in the yard while the chipmunks are shouting from abroad. I see some running about the yard and rolling their big eyes at me, some are running up the almond tree looking for a place to start their family. 

The chipmunks can sing, and they can compose beautiful hymns, they can write modern music with their mouths and when they group together, they stand out; sometimes they have a strange look on their face and they are telling you when it is time to get out of the way. They come in beautiful colors and they are dressed up in shoes, you can see them faltering around with a staff and a crown and their long tails twist up in gowns. 

 It feels like daylight is walking in front of me with an I phone, an I pad and four giant cameras standing on a tripod position across the stream and the crew unloading equipment from the truck to shoot the next scene.

 The cast is strolling in filling up the village to the brim; strange faces of all races occupy the town. A huge burden is lifted and something feels different when diverse cultures are at work and you are walking around in brand new skirt. 

I felt somewhat elated, bridging the gap to wear a new cap, the philosophy of traditional time was not taught in colleges and universities but by ordinary men hanging out in the market places and under trees, having an ordinary dialogue but they were profound and philosophical. 

Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Pythagoras, and them were all friends. It was through those idle conversations the arts were born, it was from this idle chat the math's and science gave birth. 

Mankind’s quest for answer could not be found in words, it was from the epoch of the soul that write those facts and manifest themselves in formulas and illustration that solve the world’s problem. 

The genius of all ages is found in modern acts with a notable transformation from traditional sects to modern time. It is time to get out of your comfort zone and join the line.

It feels like daylight is shouting in my face and it’s time to enter the big race.
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